I've started a little diary to record all the comings and goings. Here is the update so far:
(I just recently had a new shed installed down the end of the garden, as the old wooden one was on its last legs - holes in the roof where the felt had just disintegrated, and the door not shutting properly, allowing allsorts to make it their own. Through the years the old one (all 6' x 4' of it) has had its share of: robins' nest; wasps nest!; squirrel's cache; at one time a fox cub had taken over and was sleeping in the makeshift bed I had made up for the cats in there! ... But all of that is history now and belongs to a different era.
So, on to the present goings on-in-the-garden :
6 May 2018 (This one was titled 'Shoulda known it was too good to be true'
Only yesterday I was saying to someone how peaceful it is out in the garden now, with a new harmonious atmosphere amongst the various folk that have made their home out there: (Robbie the robin; Chas & Dave, the wood pigeon wooing couple; Tit & Tat, the 2 blue tits; Blackie and Brownie, two blackbirds that come a-visiting every now and then; Maggie (the magpie) has not been around for a while now, and the thrush, being a relatively new visitor on the scene - hasn't got a name yet.
Last, but definitely not least, there's Timmy - the squirrel with attitude!
Here's what I wrote yesterday:
All niggly aches and pains today, a fallout from yesterday mowing the lawn. First time to use the new cordless mower and I just couldn't get over how light and easy - and quick it was... I felt absolutely fine while doing it, was such a sinch ... but must admit was pretty much knackered afterwards - and it's usually the next day to feel the brunt. I noticed that the bird feeder was empty while out there, and can't blame the pigeons or the squirrel this time! I decided to get a special feeder which hangs from a branch from one of the trees, so it's not so easy for the squirrel to get at it and destroy it like he has done with all the other ones. I've even caught the greedy critter stealing the whole thing and trying to bury it in one of his 'secret' caches!! This is a proper one that you fill with seeds and has little perches either side at the bottom, so only the lightest little things can get at it with their wings and small beaks. The robin and 2 blackbirds and now some blue tits have been availing of it - and I even have a thrush as a visitor now. The two pigeons (the wood pigeons that actually live in a nest in the big tree at the end of the garden) and the squirrel now have to make do with the seed droppings down on the ground. So feeding time is a happy, harmonious activity now. No more fighting in the queue.
Also, Maggie was the boss that kept them all under control, no jumping the queue etc ...
Well .... I just happened to look out my bedroom window a while ago - and noticed that the hanging feeder -
bit like this one -
(which is down towards the end of the garden now, near the shed, and which I had only yesterday re-filled with this time little suet meal pellets) was kind of swung to one side and was jerking a bit. On closer examination (with me glasses on!) I could see that Timmy was hanging from a nearby branch - upside down, by his tail, the tip of which was curled around this branch - and he had managed to pull the feeder over towards him and was holding it there with one front foot and scooping and shoving the little pellets with the other one, so they would drop down on the ground. Then he gave one quick shake to the feeder, tilting it so that more of the pellets would fall down on the ground - and immediately then climbed down from the tree and scooped them up (all the time looking around furtively!) and then scarpered off with them as fast as you could say Stop! Thief!
Can you just credit the temerity of that tampering Timmy!
I'm going out there in a while, once my hair has dried, see if there's anything left ....